One day I was walking along Nairobi Street when I saw a group of people standing around and shouting. When I went closer to them I saw a student lying down in the street.
When I looked at him I saw that he was a student that had come to swim along our village. Suddenly, I saw a bus from his school coming. When the bus stopped I saw the teacher and the other students get off.
When the students came out I asked them what had happened and they told me that some information was sent to them that one of their students had been killed in Nairobi.
One of their teachers called an ambulance and it came to take the body to the hospital to see where the student had been hurt. Since I was running late, I left the other students there and went to my business.
One month later, we met with the students that had come and they told me that the dead student had been beaten with stones and his head was hit with a gun. I told them “Do not be afraid, the world goes like that” and that I would see them another day.
